ANT the RANT Brass Knuckle Poets Society's blog: "Words"

My crew shines true - supernatural

SAVV Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:

My crew shines true - supernatural, like the third eye on a blind dude. Let me remind you - B-K-P-S is a life-style; fuck a rhyme, fool. I'll blow the hand off the sign you throw up, if it ain't mine: schooled. Like a mine field and if it mine - screwed. Kinda' rude, hella nice - tried and true, immaculate, like Jesus Christ to a ripe bruise..

Each1Teach1 of Brass Knuckle Poets Society Said:

fuck is up with the lack of nice crews? need to take heed and some advice too, if you aint coming hard as fuck you aint spitten to the right dude, better hope you catch yer boy in a nice mood, cause i crumble flakes into the water like fish food, B is to the K like its P into the S, synonymous with ridonkulous when we rockin this...youd need the 3rd eye and an eagle or a hawkeye with a twist, to even catch a spy report before you conquer this...Teach1 sponsors this, and any and all brodcasts, download it to yer eye phone, subcribing to my podcast...

SAVV Brass Knuckle Poets Society said:

We make 'em look like mousketeers underneath a monster's fist. I go savage off the dome, like the lighter in my grip, on the beer bottle top - I don't even need to twist. I just make it go pop, use it up and then I go piss, like Tarzan from the tree tops, on an angry chimp - I don't miss. I just laugh at your red eyes, and spit silk at your lisp. One word is Drown1 up in the work shop spittin' bullets at your blimp, like Willy Wonka keeps his golden tickets chocolate-dipped - sweet as fuck, only a chosen few hold the gift. It's high-powered style, like a beanie and some Adidas kicks. I rock poetic, like Jack when he rips on a jack-off. I'm colder than Jack Frost on a witches tits, so rewind this shit, listen up and make a wish. Humanity's a virus and my immunity will spark jealousy and make you sick, cause I manipulate my will, like all the strands of papyrus in the hands of all of Egypt. B-K-PEACE is like the Tree of Life, with heavier fruit and taller reaches, steppin' steel-toed pourin' salt on the leaches, breathin' chronic smoke more seductive than the smell of peaches. Please believe it...

Each1Teach1 of Brass Knuckle Poets Society Said:

Throwing ill sauce, you love it more so retrieve it, a labrador for metaphors, with the will of a heathen, best to listen to teach speaking, liguistical sex freakin complete with heavy breathin, text formatted for nipple tweekin, paragraphs leave crotches leaking and yer girls knees weakened,

Crazed2APoint IM AN ENIGMA WRAPPED IN FOOLISHNESS said:

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Posers are only good for posing for chalk outlines, write between the lines to construct my new rhymes... i'm ahead of time itself so i already know what you have to say, i live at a faster pace, so i'm always set to win life's little rat race... my insanity breeds genius moments, a rare breed of rhymer that can travel back in time just erase the meaning of atonement... it benefits my world view, i carry grudges forever and i hate you, street lights just came on so it's past ya'll wack rappers curfew... i've already outlived my life expectancy, so that is why i live life so damn recklessly, wrecking fake MCs till they understand that the truth is me, and truth be told you're fucked like the kids who shared a bed with MJ ''heeee heeee''... i grab my crotch as people tell me to go to hell while i plummet, i am not the Antichrist i'm just close enough to hell to feel the heat from it... you damn nutwits, nutting up for a battle of wits, when you come about as equipped, as a prostitute with a sewn ass and sewn upper and lower lips... call me quotable, or you can call me gospel, call me anti social, call me the anti wack hero cus i flow over your vocal... your octave levels can't reach where mine begin at, you can reach your peak but you still can never see my apex... relax, don't cry, it is not that serious, fuck a coherent thought i like to rhyme while delirious... Crazed is just, i mean he is just, leaned up against the sun just looking down on us... and it's not because i think i'm better than everybody, i just rather kick it in space and look for higher life forms to battle me.

Mr Nobody aka TiNa BaMBiNas Lucky Charm Said:

Thoughts swirl, mind is unfurled, a sweet piece of verse is salvation, the feast cerebral for the worthy all over the nation...Believe and be heard, let the masses feel the word.

Each1Teach1 of Brass Knuckle Poets Society Said:

Somebody say word, ya feeling the masters strokes across the ceiling, spitten patterns absurd, still serves to reflect feelin, and when dealing with dealers of death, breathing the freshest of breaths, i cannot be held responsible for styles i take to the depths. styles i pick apart, till there is nothing left..cause its the best of the best, with something on chest that needs to get the fuck up off it before it smothers the zest, for living life within the light, sun rise unto set, you look surprised or just impressed, this aint as fresh as it gets, i got 93 million 9000 flows..this just so happens to be the one that a chose, to battle foes and false prophets, bankers with bad stock tips, writers with no soul and no can control, i kick it and let it roll, right on down the mountain, excited about rappin and keepin them hands clappin...

Mr Nobody aka TiNa BaMBiNas Lucky Charm Said:

Clappin to the rhythm of the soul, inspirations' the goal...drown the rest in their uselessness, can't no one top this, thus the cause of their restlessness, we constantly plannin', plottin', schemin' and dreamin' of a better way and the dawn of a new day...

ANT the RANT Brass Knuckle Poets Society Said:

Socrates, digging through the soul's crates, finding the philosophies of irony written within essays to be so great, causes my soul's essence to escape, Nirvana in my mind-state, I shine ornate, to illustrate my fine tastes, refined trait, golden, like that which is my state. I'm holden a tool deadlier than a bite from a dangerous snake, cottonmouth spitting venom in your dinner plate, send them to that different place, where it goes dark, and all you feel is the end of your heart rate, and no one moves a muscle a to resuscitate, they rest and they wait, for it to be too late, we play with raise the stakes, bluffs are met with post-haste, cos when shown hate, a player displays perseverance over the adversity of any rough fate, now that's game, like Kentucky University, when they take the NCAA, elite 8.